And Skadi had her way much snow today
Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high.
Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky
Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to say?
And never let the blighters beat you down
And the sawbones mention you cannot heal .
And show them I work with plenty of zeal
I am cook too at the depot uptown.
The doctors state see you are strong ,
We think you are weak ,die in a care home.
My star is dimming do I fight or take flight?
My job like an void vessel I felt dead
This must be the rehabs typical syndrome
Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right
My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.
Where liveth preen for empathy
Drew ragged,
Poor sawbones perscribed
"where in pain warrants lithe deformities"
Swimming,
Loathed from the east
Collared,
Hung dry,
Pruned by the sweat of a racing night
When in dawn's bleached seamstress
Sought a grim vow
Erelong in catapult
Where'n torrents clothed spare
Credences in cold eyes of maggots
A cruel indifference,
In polar tear.
He rode a trail from out west.
Twas at the sawbone's behest.
As he turned southeast,
Ran into Cochise.
So, now He's Mincemeat, They said.
Neuropathy in my hands.
A panoply is the rest.
A screw loose in my head.
With itis through my back.
It's what old sawbones said.
But he saved the best for last.
Seems I have two more days
Please pass the ham and mayonnaise
I am vulture
My soul case may be repugnant,
However, I have every sawbones decimal
On my speed dial
Before any croacker decrees justice
On a soul case,
They confer with me
My logbook contains a docket
Of every Golgotha and slaughterhouse on the planet
I am on first name basis
With every casket maker, mortuary Steward and proprietor
I am the fiend no soul case wants to see,
Hear or dream about
My name send's shivers down the spine of mortals
I am a friend in need and indeed;
I am the curator in every country
Where war and conflict thrive
No one thinks of me
And no one want's me as a pet
I am the dark one; the dark continent
I am vulture, the patient one
Air
Lives
Around
Bee
Flies
With sound
Check
Cheap
Chatter
Dew
Lake
Scatter
Ease
Mind
To find
First
Aid
And kind
Ghoul
Walks
With breath
Hound
Hails
Killed math
Ill
Ink
Makes throne
Jackal
Serves
Sawbones
Knell
Hugs
Frontiers
Lives
Prey
Of fires
Mole
Cuts
Mob-law
Nerve
Moans
On paw
Oath
Comes
On stage
Prince
Claims
Dark page
Quill
Combs
Dead blood
Rain
Acts
Ghost flood
Soil
Sings
For free
Time
Counts
Life’s key
Urn
Keeps
Phoenix
Vein
Wins
Shrewd tricks
World’s
Wheel
Quotes race
Xin
Gets
Blonde grace
Youth
Makes
Humane
Zoo
Greets
No man
-October 24, 2018 Chattogram
The August Lion
By: J. Philip Harris
In the area of the afternoon, right before the stars
Where the little gray strands spread out among the coffee roots
Through the looking glass
Beyond the esotropic eyes
In the land of the chevron lane and the laughter of the silly school boy
In the heart of a sawbones' hands
Beyond the reaches of the retentive shadows
Where the hiccups of life have sought to crush his spirit
In the echoes of his father’s soul
Through the reflection of his mother’s love
Like a break-loose dance of life’s unbinding freedom to feel and to breathe.
Here in the whisper
Hear the gentle purrs thrown out into the void
Like diamond lights in the dark matter
Here, the hero.
Hear the August Lion.
pondered
I discovered the season's called FALL,
'cause ambition skips casting’s call.
rain and darkness
grumpy bark-ness
I sink like a skiff in a squall
pleaded
Doctor! Doctor! Diagnosis?
It feels fatal — What? Psychosis!!!
extreme lethargy
has it’s way with me
Doctor says it’s the dreaded... HOUSITOSIS!
prescribed
Get off your butt you silly old fool!
Go to the gym! Use a power tool!
Get on with life
Don’t ***** at the wife
—sawbones, (I'm thinking), ain’t cool
partay!
Plopping my butt on a bike, I went for a strenuous ride
Bike didn’t melt in the rain, nor did my glutinous hide.
loco potion
locomotion
Now I pamper my health, with beer and munchies deep fried!
There were no wise men come to see
No king to charge a death decree
No guiding light
No silent night
No precious gifts or subsidies
There was some help, an old sawbones
A nice warm bed away from home
No family friends
Just next of kin
Good news went out by telephone
A Leo child not Capricorn
No world to save when I was born
Rejoice with joy
New baby boy
In mother's arms all safe and warm
Today's the day my mom gave birth
The day she put me on this earth
To do my best
Accept no less
To walk upright and have some worth
8/13/2016
DOB 8/13/57
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